• Breaking a Few Eggs

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    “Fried onions, marmalade, maple syrup, bacon, tomatoes, covered with hot mayonnaise with some garlic fried in it and a little cheese sauce” is how David Amram assembled an omelette for Charlie Parker according to his 1968 book Vibrations. The pair “wolfed down portions of it” accompanied by borscht and orange soda.

    : Breaking a Few Eggs
  • Sadness Ends

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    RIP to the actual greatest to ever do it.

    : Sadness Ends
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    Knowing how tormenting I can find even the smallest things, I deliberately avoid them. Imagine how someone like me, who suffers when even a cloud obscures the sun, must suffer in the dark day that has always been his life!

    : Without Bitterness
  • Fire Dance

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    Everywhere I go it’s like a ghost town.

    : Fire Dance
  • White Bird

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    Besides the old songs, they sang many new ones written by Brother Ben Wosznik, including his exultant “White Bird” ballad, that, perhaps more than any other single thing, most immediately conjoined them all to this common cause: On a cold and wintry eighth of January,Ninety-eight men entered into the mine,Only one of these returned to…

    : White Bird
  • Under Capricorn

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    “Lupe, you have a son?”

    : Under Capricorn
  • Your Memory Is Not My Memory

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    Blink and you’ll miss the moment Saint Laurent’s titular protagonist gives the only moment of historical contextualizing on which so many biopics are built. Saint Laurent reminisces on his mother’s parties, “and their dresses, so 1940s,” and in that fragment gives the audience all we’ll receive of the history behind Saint Laurent’s “Hommage aux Annees…

    : Your Memory Is Not My Memory
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    Pandemonium of New Year’s Eve: chaos of snow and mud churned up by a thousand carriages glittering with toys and bonbons, swarming with cupidity and despair; official frenzy of a big city designed to trouble the mind of the most impervious solitary.

    : 2024
  • Screaming Headless Torsos

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    According to legend, it was a rose which foretold Rainer Maria Rilke’s death.

    : Screaming Headless Torsos
  • Nobody Else Around

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    After the war he worked with Teller. They detonated bombs capable of reducing fairly large parcels of the known world to uninhabitable rubble. Everybody hated Teller and they hated my father. Too bad. I dont know what to tell you about his sleep. I never slept either. And I didnt bomb anybody.

    : Nobody Else Around